"Boom!" Suddenly, Leng Xuan and Chu Nan clashed palms in mid-air!
Leng Xuan’s whole body shook, and he felt the force from the opponent surge into his palm like the massive waves of a tide, wave upon wave, unceasingly. Startled, he hastily raised his Cultivation Level to the limit and gritted his teeth to withstand it for several minutes until he could no longer resist. With a "wa" sound, he spat out a mouthful of blood and his body flew straight backward.
At the sa ti, Chu Nan’s entire body trembled, and a black qi actually erged on his face. A face that was not too unsightly now suddenly beca hideous and terrifying, like a ferocious ghost from Hell. With a sudden loud roar, he shouted, "Damn it, if I don’t kill you today, I, Chu Nan, swear I won’t be human." While talking, his hands ford a spell, and a black qi surged around him. Under his condensation, it instantly transford into a ghastly ghost face that roared and charged at Leng Xuan.
Leng Xuan, having landed from being blown backward, stumbled back, nearly falling face-up. Before he could steady himself, he saw a ghost face rushing toward him. The surrounding area was overwheld with howling yin winds and dense malevolent Qi, and the ear-piercing wailing of ghosts made the scene truly terrifying.
It was evident that Chu Nan was thoroughly enraged, and his last strike had gathered all his power. Leng Xuan also sensed the approach of a breath of death. He knew that with his current strength, he couldn’t possibly withstand this attack. However, facing death, Leng Xuan still appeared very calm. Death, after joining the Dark Sword, had not been sothing to fear, as they were always close to dying. Without the ntal fortitude to calmly face death, one wasn’t fit to be a mber of Dark Sword.
Of course, Leng Xuan was not soone who just waited for death. In this critical mont, he suddenly stretched out both arms, and his palms shone with blazing flas. Just as the Black Ghost head was about to strike, he brought his palms together and then pulled them apart. The two flas rged into one and then pushed forward, colliding with the ghost head.
"Woosh..." Suddenly, an extrely sharp wailing sound was heard. As soon as the ball of flas collided with the ghost head, imdiately, the ghost head dissipated into smoke-like malevolent Qi that scattered and vanished into the air.
Chu Nan’s eyes widened in disbelief and he said, "How... How is this possible?"
Leng Xuan was sowhat incredulous too, not expecting the power of the Jiuyang Divine Art to be so formidable.
In fact, what Leng Xuan did not know was that his Cultivation of the Jiuyang God Refining Art was still only at the first realm, and its power was not great. However, the Jiuyang Divine Art, being extre Yang and extrely rigid, just happened to be the nesis of all Yin and evil witchcraft. Chu Nan, although stronger than him, was not by much. That is why Chu Nan’s ghost face, when facing the extre Yang flas, was reduced to ashes.
Of course, on the surface, Leng Xuan looked very disdainful as he said, "Do you still want to continue fighting?"
Chu Nan took a deep breath, knowing that if he continued to fight, he might not necessarily lose to Leng Xuan, but if the fight dragged on too long, the Soul-devouring Malevolent Qi inside him would beco difficult to control. He snorted and said, "Fine, lad, you’re tough. Let’s leave it at that, with the green mountains still there and the waters continuously flowing." After saying a platitude, he turned around and with a few leaps, he had vanished on the other side of the rape field, a truly astonishing sight.
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